What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
"I want to go where you're going," said the Trader Joe's employee who was just coming in as I was going out, carrying a wine box loaded with Warsteiner and Bitburger.There are many things I don't like about California, but the price of German beer at Trader Joe's just about makes up for all the lousy stuff. I mean, you can't believe how cheap the best German beer is at Trader Joe's. Six Warsteiners: $6.99. Six Bitburgers: $5.99.
(That's right, Markus, you heard correctly! I know, it's at least twice that much at home.)
I only bought 24 today, because that's as much as I can carry in one trip, but I'll be back to TJ's at least twice this long weekend, because, woo-hoo, I rented a car! That's right, a car. And oh my god, it's been so long since I wrapped my hands around a steering wheel, that I plan to spend at least 65 of the next 72 hours doing exactly that.
I'm leaving now for Half Moon Bay, where I'll be throwing rocks into the ocean until my arms get sore, then having dinner at Sam's Chowder House. Who's my date this evening? It's my favourite student, Jeremy, but before you go all "Ewwww" on me, let me explain why this is not creepy. First, he's not my student anymore. Second, he's gay. And third, he's only old enough to be my son if we were in Tennessee.
Which we're not.
Labels: life in California
8 Comments:
When Pennsylvania lets grocery stores sell alcohol, it will be a grand and glorious day.
But it'll never happen...
Have fun. It all sounds wonderful.
Yeah! your driving a car....... that must feel GLOREOUS !! even just a rental for a few days is fabulous after going through auto withdrawal!
Wow, that is cheap. You don't walk out of a grocery store in Austin with a six pack of either of those beers for less than 8 bucks.
Not so much Tennessee. More like Kentucky. Or any depressed area, really.
$ 1.95 / beer here! hope you had fun
So, how was your dinner?
I wasn't going "ew." And you went and steered to me to the sad thought that a student has be utterly "safe" sexually to be befavoritable. There was some American Scholar article I while back about non-sexual teacher-pupil/scholar-disciple love, which made me queasy at the time, but I think now was somehow lamenting something worth lamenting. Oh--and that NY Times or other essay by the guy who fears touching children because of hypervigilance for pederasts.
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